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To be honest, Evelyn found it weird how the cult believers—who supposedly were so terrified of the outside world and what could inhabit it—still go outside like it was normal.
It wasn't until Evelyn realized that people can starve to death until she began to go back outside herself to aid them in her search for food. She looked down, her whiskey bottle in hand. Surprisingly, it wasn't empty yet. She hadn't drunken from it since she first encountered Beebe.
Outside, the temperature was still the same—cool and decent. Then she wondered, Am I ever going to get out of here?
Silent Hill was like a vortex, she thought. It pulled you in, over curiosity, and keeps you in. If only Evelyn knew why she was there in the first place; after all, she has one busted up memory. Evelyn yawned, rubbing against her wounded elbow that she used to retrieve the ax from the hospital. She winced as it stung to her finger's salty, sweaty touch and sighed to herself. When would it ever heal? Never was the one word that kept going in her mind. She was actually thinking about going back to Alchemilla Hospital for medical supplies, until she remembered the nurses. She shivered slightly at the thought; twitching, stiff, bone cracking woman that held various types of weapons. Morbid, really…
"Evelyn!" a voice called, and Evelyn turned her head slightly to her left to Beebe, waving her hands frantically in the air at her. Evelyn stared, but obliged, fallowing her. "Yeah?" she asked her voice no longer hoarse. Beebe smiled brightly, and Evelyn really started to believe that either this girl was crazy or she was the only good, normal thing that was consumed in Silent Hill. "There's a grocery store not too far ahead. It has potato bread that hasn't molded," she explained. Evelyn nodded, leading the way. She had studied the map and almost has her way around. However, she had difficulty finding the road that led to the hotel and the parts in Silent Hill where she started out. Evelyn itch the back of her neck once again, her eyes blinking faster than usual mainly to block the falling flakes of ash. Ahead she spotted several diners, a few side stores, and what looked like an apartment complex; however she was not sure what it was. Slowly she pushed the glass doors open, entering the deserted grocery store. "Hello?" she asked, expecting someone to reply. As if someone is even in here, she mentally mocked herself. Beebe squeezed in behind her and instantly ran for the shelves. Quickly she grabbed a bag of stale potato bread. "See! It's the most freshest bread I've seen in months!" she smiled dearly, her face almost glowing as she pressed the bread against her pale, freckled face. Evelyn stared at her, smiling lightly. "Now your siblings can eat something worth eating," her smooth voice drifted in the air. It almost sounded lazy. Well, she was somewhat tired. Beebe grinned. "Yep, come on. Let's go back to the church. The earlier the better," she motioned Evelyn to fallow, who hesitated.
Evelyn blinked. "But we just got out of the church," she grunted unsatisfied. For days she was cooped up with the Cult, only to be forced to be in constant prayer for the divine protection of the Lord in the Devil's Playground. The people would chant, "Lord, Shine your Light and protect us," and Evelyn would think, Yadda yada yadda.
The woman didn't eve know her religion. It was sad, really. Listening to Beebe, she slowly fallowed her out, looking around with curious eyes. "What is there to see really?" she asked Beebe, and Beebe just scoffed in front of her while leading the way. "Please, in Silent Hill? Nothing really. It's just hell, hell, and more bloody…" Beebe trailed off, and then completely fell silent, as well as Evelyn. The two stopped dead in their tracks, only to hear what sounded like small, faint, high pitched screaming. "…what's that?" Evelyn asked, completely bewildered. "Is that the Executioner?" Beebe shook her head slowly. "No…they're the Mumblers," she explained, looking at Evelyn. Evelyn looked back, her hands behind her neck. "Mumblers?" she questioned her, still confused. She watched Beebe's throat, noticing her rough swallow. "They're the monsters that wander in Midwich Elementary…but I wonder why they're out in the streets like this…" she muttered. Evelyn tilted her head. "You mean it isn't normal for them to be walking around in the open?" she asked. "No, it's quite strange really. Someone was mentioning them earlier in the Church, that they were wandering around the streets around Midwich." Evelyn breathed in deeply, as if trying to calm herself down. She looked around, trying to spot them but seeing nothing. "…I don't see them. Should we go back and get my ax?" she asked. Beebe shook her head frantically. "No! Don't kill them! They…" she sighed, looking to the side. "…I believe that inside they have the souls of innocent children…the noises they make are them crying. I think they're just looking for a mother really," she explained. Evelyn's eyes twitched slightly, stunned. Beebe notices, but shrugs it off.
Evelyn had a thought. "What if they though you were their mother, what would you do?" she asked her. Beebe stared at her shocked. "I…I'm not sure…no," she stuttered, shivering at the thought. "As much as I mourn for them, I still fear them," she sighed. Evelyn nodded, looking ahead again. She seems so uncomfortable, Evelyn thought, looking at the area. It was so dull and lifeless. "…come on, let's go," she smiled, placing a hand on Beebe's shoulder while walking on to lead the way.
"Where were you?" a voice squealed. A child runs by and nearly tackles Beebe off balance. Evelyn blinked; it was Beebe's younger sister and the youngest of the three. The young girl looked at Evelyn, a strange glint in her eyes. Beebe smiled, messing her hair up. "Don't stare at Evelyn so unknowingly. She is one of us now, and no longer a stranger," she assured the girl, but she just kept on staring. The young girl then began to speak. "Sister Catherine says that the beast did not hurt you; that it doesn't want to!" she yelled with pure, innocent, annoying rage, and Evelyn blinked shocked but not very fazed by the girls outrage. Beebe gasped under her breath a bit and tugged on her younger sister's arm harshly. "Be nice! What is wrong with you, how could you say such a thing after she had given her life for one of our members!" she punished her with her words, and the young girl could only continue glaring at Evelyn. "…sister, don't you see. She spreads evil in disguise as affection!" Evelyn stared once again—mainly because a seven year old girl knew words like disguise and affection…and evil.
Evelyn squinted a bit, but not quite glaring. "Excuse me?" she asked, and the young girl retreated into the comfort of Beebe's arms with sudden fear that came as fast as her rage. Beebe sighed, pushing her sister to behind her. "Forgive me, she doesn't like new people. The last one had killed many of our followers over his insanity." Evelyn's body shivered at Beebe's statement. "He? As in a man? Murdered?" she questioned. "Got that right!" the young girl squeaked under the comfort of her sister. She continued, suddenly re birthing her courage. "You better not hurt anyone! You're like that man, aren't you! You're mean!" Evelyn could only stare with a dead pan and then look up at Beebe. "Your sister got balls," she simply replied, a hint of rage herself in her eyes as she walked away, brushing off the light gray ash from her pitch black polo shirt. She could hear the two from behind, whispering to one another. Suddenly, Beebe's voice called for her. "Oh, Evelyn! I left our oil lantern near the school a few days back. Would you like to come with me to get it?" Evelyn turned a curious look now on her face as if she had forgotten what had currently happened. "Oh, would you like me to get it instead. I'll just meet you back in the church," she smiled. She hadn't wandered around solo for a while now. It was against policies. Beebe thought, but nodded as if relieved. "Are you sur…" "Yes," Evelyn quickly intervened and headed off for the school. "Hurry back before the Fog World drifts!" Beebe's voice called, and then Evelyn was out of sight.
Oil lantern, haha. I haven't seen one of those before, let alone touch one, Evelyn thought, letting time roll on by as she slowly strolled into Midwich Elementary School grounds. Her alert level was dangerously low.
She scanned the area, looking for something that would catch her attention. Where to start…oh, Beebe mentioned a classroom with a piano, she thought as she began to enter the school. The front doors squealed loudly, and Evelyn froze to see if she had caught a creature's attention. Nothing and no one approached her. She paced the area. "There are Mumblers here," she spoke to herself. Evelyn walked the halls, her sneakers silent against the floor, and her ears perched up as she heard a sudden dropping sound. She jumped, turning to see nothing. "Ahaha, phew…that was a startle," she chuckled, turning. She felt as if something was behind her, and she panicked. Evelyn ran for the closest door—it being a door leading to a staircase, and she ran up to the next floor. Evelyn sprinted for the second floor, holding in a scream. She then trips as she made it through the door. "Bah!" she screamed as her face planted the floor. There was silence as she lay.
"…" Evelyn's eyes shot open and she scanned the area.
Nothing…
"Lord…" she sighed with annoyance, grunted at her own pathetic self as she stood to dust herself off. She froze and glanced behind her. Still nothing. "…heh," she chuckled, and began walking again. She had entered seven classrooms before she had found the right one.
"Piano, piano, how do I love you so," she chuckled, reaching out and grabbing the oil lamp that sat on the grand piano's keys. A few keys were struck when she had picked up the lamp, the deep and medium tone sound of the piano's strings echoing in her ears and probably throughout the whole school. "…" Evelyn looked around, as if to see if she was alone, and she was.
One song shouldn't hurt…
She placed the oil lamp on the floor and approached the seat, sitting upon it. It creaked loudly as it suddenly took weight after many decades. She froze to allow the seat to adjust and then placed her fingers lightly on the keys. Evelyn then began to play a classical piece.
Her hands flung around the keys lively, in yet the mood of the song was slow and almost depressing like the Moon Light Sonata. Her eyes slowly closed as her body began to rock side to side ever so lightly that it wasn't noticeable. Her arms became smooth, and her hand's movements weren't as monstrous as how they were with the ax. No, Evelyn moved slowly and smoothly as if she were a true pianist. And surprisingly, she was.
The Mumblers throughout the school at stopped to listen, their grips on their knives loosening as they fell silent. The school now echoed with Evelyn's saddened music, and it gave the eerie area a form of 'graveyard' peace. Even the sound of scrapping metal against tiled floor had stopped, and his heavy breathing had halted. Pyramid Head held his breath throughout Evelyn's piece, and every muscle in his body was no longer tense.
The music then drifted off as Evelyn's fingers began to press on the keys lighter, and lighter, and lighter, until it died out into the stale air, and all every living thing in there could hear was the echoing silence that had blanketed the area before.
"…end," Evelyn marked, smiling to herself. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she sighed deeply with satisfaction. She felt at ease now. "Grraaaa," a low moan was heard, and Evelyn had already jumped to her feet to scan the room. It was empty, but outside the room she could hear walking. "Mumblers…" she muttered, and then Evelyn hit herself on her forehead, feeling stupid. The music must have attracted their attention. She ran for the oil lamp, snatching it with ease as she exited the room. She stood in the middle of the hall now, looking down at the threesome; three Mumblers, each with a knife. She swallowed, about to run off towards the stares when a loud siren was heard. "…shit," Evelyn gasped almost inaudibly. The skin of the school had begun to peel off and was replaced with a reddish, rusted and bloody tinted color. Evelyn swallowed and stared in shock as a new hallway formed around her, a new school, and a new Silent Hill. She had thought about running off to the church, but it was too late for that now. She was in the Otherworld.
Evelyn's pupils had become smaller than periods when she spot sever gangs of Mumblers closing in on her. "Ah!" she screamed, on stabbing her in her shin and wiggling the knife around, as if attempting to free it. Evelyn screams in pain as she kicked it away, swinging the heavy metal and glass made oil lantern around. She was able to bonk a few on their foreheads, since they were as small as toddlers, but it wasn't enough to hold them and their knives back. A few were able to scratch her while others grabbed on against her cloths. "Off!" she screamed at them with pure fear, only to be overwhelmed by a loud scrapping sound. Her and every Mumbler had seemed to have freeze at that very instant. She swung her head, only to notice another Mumber pushing a very heavy metal door open to become part of the crowd. The Mumblers scowled as Evelyn kicked them off of her. She began to sprint, but had completely forgotten about her fresh leg wound, and had fallen onto the ground. "No!" she screamed as she crawled away from their little arms and their sharp, rusted knives. "Noooo!!!" she panicked as they all gripped onto her.
Evelyn stood; running off towards the end of the hall to turn the corner, until she had run into a stern, hard surface. "Ah," she grunted, rubbing her face whilst leaning against the surface what she had expected to be a wall. Her right palm laid flat onto it, and then she noticed that the surface was breathing.
Evelyn's head had shot up with widened eyes. "Ahh…ha…." she moaned with fear to spot none other than Pyramid Head. There was a sinister grunt heard from under his helmet. Hello there, he thought, clearly satisfied. I've been waiting for you, did you miss me? Pyramid Head's face birthed a toothy grin, and he gripped against Evelyn's left arm. "Ahh…wait!" she had squeaked. "Let's talk!" she tried to reason, but there was no use. Pyramid Head had 'plans' for Evelyn. Big plans. And he wasn't going to throw them away just because she didn't want to be part of them. Then again, she didn't know what he would do with his innocent, lovely, virgin victims. Pyramid Head's toothy grin became even more crooked at the thought of seeing this woman's expression as he raped her. All the girls and woman of the Cult have heard stories of his rapping and tortures, so they all knew what was coming. But this one, oooohhhh ho ho ho, this one didn't know ANYTHING. Pyramid Head was extremely pleased.
Meanwhile, Evelyn was gritting her teeth, staring into the small holes that Pyramid Head's helmet had contained. But they were so small that not even a fly could squeeze in—so how could she be able to see anything? Hell, she couldn't even see his head's skin color. Pyramid Head held his Great Knife in his left hand, its blade shinning with fresh blood. She could hear him snicker in a deep voice as she eyed his most trusted, favored weapon. For you, I won't need it, he thought, as if speaking to her, and Pyramid Head thrust his Great Knife onto the floor so it could stand without hid aid. Evelyn stared at his actions, perplexed that he wasn't actually going to use his weapon on her. Maybe he's going to step on me…
Evelyn's memories raced back to when Pyramid Head was trying to stomp on her like an ant and her body shivered lightly at the image of his dark, deep metal and leather boots in her mind. Pyramid Head felt her shiver and licked his lips with that long eel like tongue of his. He grabbed Evelyn's other arm with his free hand and held her up in the air; she dangled helplessly. "Eh!" she gasped, stunned at how tall he was, because even though he held her pretty high her head still wasn't able to pass the very tip top of his helmet. Evelyn swallowed a lump in her throat as her head beat began to race. "Ahh…hhaaaa…." she breathed rapidly, her head spinning with thoughts of him ripping her limbs off. Suddenly, Pyramid Head had forced her against an abandoned computer desk that sat in the middle of the hall. She oofed with surprised as she lean into the desk, her back bent forward as both hands planted firmly against the desk's dusted, varnished top. "…huh," she sighed, slightly eased. For a second, Evelyn thought that he was releasing her. That is until Pyramid Head literally threw himself against Evelyn's back.
Evelyn yelped with shock as Pyramid Head planted his fists against her crotch, holding her firmly from behind. He bent against her, forcing Evelyn to bend over once again, his erection pushing against her ass, and she swallowed yet another lump in her throat. "Haa!" she screamed, closing her eyes shut to wait for her immediate death. That is, until she didn't feel pain.
"…whaa…?" Evelyn said in a slurred, confused voice. She had been hearing the 'monster' panting behind her. He pressed against her vagina with his fists roughly, earning a sudden moan from Evelyn. Then it hit her—Pyramid Head was dry humping her from behind. His hips thrust madly against her back end, rubbing onto her, only their clothes separating them. Pyramid Head grunted with every hump, becoming rougher and rougher, and Evelyn began to pant in a panic. "GET OFF OF ME!" she screamed, only to be forced against the table painfully. She squeaked, holding in her moans. His fists pushed painfully against her crotch and hips, squeezing her. "Wait…sto…stop…it….stop…" she stuttered in her sentence, clutching her fists to the point of the skin breaking. Pyramid Head began to scratch against the jeans of her pants, feeling the warmth from in between her legs, and he forcefully forced his fist up against in between her legs. "AHAHA!" Evelyn screamed, feeling sore. Pyramid Head began to rub even faster, the friction becoming unbearable for her. Evelyn was able to plan her foot against one of the desk's drawers, and she pushed all of her weight against it, forcing the two to fall against the floor. There was a loud 'bang' from Pyramid Head's helmet slamming against the floor. Evelyn had landed on top of him, her back against his chest and her neck against the point on the helmet. She froze, not wanting to fall back for the fear of being stabbed. Pyramid Head remained motionless. "…huh…" she was able to let out, her throat sore from screaming. She slowly began to inch off him until his arms wrapped around her extra tightly. "Aahhhhh! Stop, let go of me damn you!" she yelled. Pyramid Head was glaring form under his helmet, struggling to get a good look at her. He couldn't see her very well, and he wondered if she were ugly or beautiful. He didn't give a damn really, as long as she was tight.
He slithered his tongue from the hole under his mask and allowed it to wrap around Evelyn's neck. What…what is that?! she thought shocked as his warm, wet, saliva dripping tongue wrapped around her neck extremely slowly. It had rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot, and she let out a shuttering moan. Pyramid Head tightened his tongue around her neck, not wanting her to receive pleasure, and squeezed. "AAAHHH!!!" she screamed, but it was held back from the tight grip he had on her. Evelyn attempted to free her arms, but Pyramid Head's arms had gripped her against him tightly. It was useless—Pyramid Head had the strength that no human man could ever achieve. Evelyn let's out a few muffled growls, slightly moving Pyramid Head since he had never seen nor had a victim that growled at him during his tortures before. Annoyed, he continues to tighten it.
"Ha!!" she gasped once more as his tongue wrapped the tightest it could go. She couldn't even exhale. "AAAHH….AAHH…AH…" Evelyn grunted, her gasps become smaller and smaller. Suddenly, her vision began to blur. "N…NA…." she tried to speak, and Pyramid Head was curious on what she wanted to say. Talking makes it worse, he thought, tightening the grip around her breasts. Evelyn tensed, a sign that she wanted to scream. Pyramid Head's erection began to lessen. He was becoming bored.
Come on…I thought you would be fun, he thought, his hopes dropping which only made him angry. Pyramid Head laid his foot on top of Evelyn's, pressing against her toes with his metal tipped boots, and she gritted her teeth as she felts something pierce through her shoe and pricking her. Suddenly she raised her hips, catching Pyramid Head's attention, and slamming them back down against his member. His grip lessened, not enough for her to free herself. Hmmm…ouch, he thought, his jewels beating with pure and utter pain. Suddenly he released her, swinging his arms open, and she instantly jumped off of him.
Evelyn now stood, about three feet away from him, staring. "Ahhhhhhhh..." she sighed loudly while coughing a bit as she breathed in much wanted and loved air. His tongue, however, was still latched around her neck. Evelyn's eyes darted towards a lying Pyramid Head and she glared. Pyramid Head rolled his eyes towards her, staring, however he couldn't move his heavy head due to the fact that his crotch was on fire.
He grunted at her, however it was inaudible. You don't have an axe, now do you sugar lips? Pyramid Head grinned as her land latched onto his tongue, him getting a taste as she attempted to tug him off. The tip of his long, grayish pink tongue licked against her lips, lathering it with fresh, warm, slimy saliva, and Evelyn's eyes widened. "AH!" she yelled, Pyramid Head taking the chance to stick his tongue in her mouth. He did so, rolling it around. He wrapped his tongue around her long—but extremely small compared to his—tongue. Evelyn gasped, and a thought raced her head that she was currently both deep throating Pyramid Head's tongue and semi-Frenching it. She shivered, biting against his tongue and drawing a good amount of blood. Pyramid Head growled loudly with discomfort and anger as he tried to retract his tongue from her mouth, but she wouldn't let go. He stared, wide eyed at her as he stood slowly, surprised at the fact that she was keeping his obviously dirty tongue in her sterilized mouth. Holding my tongue ransom, are you? Pyramid Head thought, a grin forming on his hidden features. He liked this woman in an odd sense. He approached, and she bit harder. "Grrrhhhnnnnn…" Pyramid Head groaned with pain as she draws even more blood from his tongue, it spilling from the side of her lips. He would have gotten an erection from her currently look, that is if she wasn't gnawing dangerously onto his only favorite tongue.
Let go before I let go for you, Pyramid Head threatened in his thoughts, but Evelyn could only stare at his motionless, toned, slightly sweaty form. She blinked, staring into his muscles, mesmerized, slightly wanting them—very much wanting them—how she wanted them. Evelyn shook her head, trying to get her erotic thoughts off of her mind. What the hell's wrong with me…checking the Executioner out?! Evelyn thought, swallowing yet another lump, forgetting Pyramid Head's tongue was in her mouth, and swallowing nearly a mouth full of his dark, thick saliva. She shivered a bit, and Pyramid head, gripped onto his tongue, pulling against it. It snapped out of her mouth back into his, and he rolled his tongue in his mouth, tasting her and himself. Oddly, it tasted better than he would have imagined. Evelyn had fallen back, now leaning against the wall behind her, her left leg shaking. Pyramid Head approached her, taking this as a sign that she was terrified of him, making him grin widely with pure lust and interest. He then noticed her wound and frowned. She still wasn't afraid—the glare and wound were evident. Come on babe…why aren't you afraid of papa? he questioned her in his thoughts, and at that moment Evelyn had tilted her head. He stared, slightly taken back.
She stared at him meanwhile, feeling a strange sense. She blinked; her glare was now a look of pure and utter confusion. "What?" she snapped annoyed at Pyramid Head's sudden halt and constant staring. He blinked. You understand what I'm thinking cattle, he thought, but there was no response. Perhaps she was reading his body language? Pyramid Head slightly shook his head, the pain rushing throughout his body as he then regretted his current action. He yelled loudly in his helmet, his hands suddenly clasping onto it and tugging it. It was painful, in yet he felt as if he wanted to scratch the wounds and the cuts. Pyramid Head reopened some old wounds, them bleeding again as blood slightly rolled down across his toned chest and abs. He continued to tug, yelling hoarsely mainly at himself, unknowingly cornering Evelyn. She stared, wide eyed, her hands against her chest over her breasts and her heart stopping slightly with shock. "…w-wait," Evelyn stuttered, her hands suddenly gripping around both of Pyramid Head's wrists. He froze at her next sentence, "You're hurting yourself!" There was silence, and Pyramid Head stared down at the foolish woman before him. His eyes darted across her face's features, observing as much as he could see. He suddenly loosened his grip on his helmet and made fists instead threateningly, but mainly because of the fact that his neck hurt like hell. For once, he felt soft, smooth, flawless, willing hands against his dark rough skin—Pyramid Head took in a breath from his mouth sharply. It was an awkward moment for the two. "…" Evelyn released him, backing up against the wall as Pyramid Head stands his ground. She pushed herself tightly against it as he began to approach her again.
Pyramid Head slams his left hand against the wall near the left side of her face, his other hand reaching to touch her chin. He was slightly taller than her, but had bent down to reach her level to get a good glimpse at her. Suddenly, the sirens had sounded off again, and Pyramid Head froze, his hand only a millimeter away from her chin. Evelyn stared at the metal helmet, and he stood straight, taking a good look at his 'cattle' before turning to retrieve his Great Knife once again. He bent over slightly, pulling it out from the ground and slamming it against the floor loudly, dragging it as he turned to face her once again. Evelyn shook lightly, mainly shaking her thighs, and stared. Pyramid Head stared a few seconds more, and then shot her a toothy grin, allowing his tongue to slide out and wave around tauntingly in hopes that she would come to approach him. She didn't—instead she froze even more, her eyes widening as she stared at the tongue of his. She gritted her teeth, flicking him off, and Pyramid Head grinned in his thoughts, I like my woman feisty. I like them even better when they're rough. He gave Evelyn, his 'rough woman', one last look before dragging his Great Knife away, disappearing with the Otherworld.
It's been seven minutes since he had left her be in Midwich Elementary School, and Evelyn slid down against the wall, her eyes slightly wide still, and her heart at an ease. She swallowed yet another lump in her throat, still tasting and feeling his saliva in her mouth as it had mixed with hers. She stood and began to walk away in a normal pace, her body moving normally as she picked up Beebe's oil lantern and headed for the exit. The Mumblers stood a good distance away from her unnoticed; already learning that she was Pyramid Head's human after watching the little show he had put on. Evelyn shivered lightly—the air was cold in the Elementary School.